The Dream

Mark and I were traveling in another city. It was really run down with houses that were falling apart. There was trash all over the road and the road was a dirt road. The city was very busy with many cars shinning their headlights at us. Things were really dark and dirty. It looked like a slum neighborhood. Then, I felt extremely fearful. I heard a baby crying in distress. I looked for you and I couldn't find you. Finally the crying grew louder and louder. I finally pulled you from a heap of trash. You couldn't walk yet. You were about 1 years old. Your tears were running down your face unto my shoulder. You clung to me tightly and put your head on my shoulder.